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The Pied Kids

We’re going to do what?! tonight?

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Get PIED for Jacob, of course! Tonight, Reed and Lena took pies to the face for a baby boy in Eastern Europe, waiting for his family. He had a matching grant last week, and as part of his fundraising effort, we volunteered to do something crazy and get pied when he reached a certain amount of money in his grant. We were one of a bunch of people who did it, and you can watch all the videos on the Baby Jacob youtube channel.

Yes, the boys did eat extra whipped cream afterwards.

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(He pied himself after watching Reed and Lena.)

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It wasn’t anything monumental– just a fun way to fundraise. We talked about an orphan, and why he matters, and why and how we can help him find a mama and a papa. And, we had fun.

Good Morning, Mama

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Good morning, mama.

I’m guessing yesterday didn’t go quite like you hoped. Maybe you forgot to use your gentle voice as you told someone “gentle hands.” Maybe you slept through your alarm and someone was late for school. Maybe you didn’t get the dishes/laundry/dinner done quite like you planned. Maybe your day went incredibly well, but still, bedtime still ended in tears.

I want you to know that you are loved and beautiful, apart from all the mistakes you made. All of your successes and all of your mistakes, no matter how big or how small, aren’t a factor in this. You are beautiful and you are loved, because you are a child of God. Created in his image.

Again, today, you will make mistakes.

It’s okay! You are not perfect. You were never made to be perfect in this world.

In fact, there’s no perfect answer. No right answer. None of us could do your job correctly, at least not every minute. This isn’t a math problem or some mechanics that need to be repaired. There’s no manual. No parenting book can walk you through this entirely. No expert can always give you the perfect advice. No, you are a human, and you are caring for, loving, carefully raising a human. A unique, beautiful, loved, fearfully and wonderfully made person. This is a journey, like training for a marathon, each step strengthening you to make your next. And you are not alone.

You were made to run this race with God, to take this adventure each day with God. To grow with God. To seek God and learn to love like God loves you. You were made to rely on God.

So, today, persist. You will make mistakes again. It’s part of parenting– it’s part of all life, in fact. Pray. Forgive yourself and let go. Learn. Begin again.

You can do this. Press on.

Love,

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“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

“But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

My big kids

They’re awesome, as always.

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“Hiding” by being trees, as always. Lena decked out in pink. Reed decked out in blue. They dress themselves.

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Sweet L is amazing. I think she has a very challenging role in our transition. She has been moved to the role of middle child, no longer the baby. And, with Reed in school, sometimes she plays the role of oldest child. And left-behind child. But, she is amazing.

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I think Lena loves her role of middle child. She loves to be Reed’s follower, playing along with whatever schemes he has come up with. And, she loves mothering Gus or being a baby along side of Gus. I let her own whichever role she wants in that moment.

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I am always grateful for her sweet, patient heart. Lena has big feelings, but she moves past her hurts at record speed and I learn from this every day. I need to learn to forgive like Lena forgives. And love people like Lena loves. She hugs often and is always quick to tell someone how she loves them or she missed them. I adore her enthusiasm for people and life in general.

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(yes, he is really dirty from playing hide and seek)

Reed. He never stops. Moving, talking, whoa. I get exhausted watching him hop on one foot while singing his own version of “Row, row, row your boat.” He loves school. “School is better than home,” he told me one day. “When do I go to school again?,” he asked on Saturday. He is still in transition, figuring out what is okay at home and what is okay at school. And bringing home all kinds of new things he’s learned at school, not all of them positive. But, we’ll work through it.

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He has so many wonderful questions. And so many of his own answers, right and wrong. One thing I love, that also drives me bonkers about him, is that he never accepts your answer as it is. “Why?” “Well, I think…(insert his own explanation)” and so on and so on. While this is sometimes frustrating at 5 years old, it will make him an exceptional adult.

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He is an incredible oldest child– eager to lead, eager to learn, and eager to explore. He loves both Lena and Gus deeply. He doesn’t often acknowledged it with Lena, but I think anyone who has spent any time with them can see they have a deep bond. He is constantly all over Gus and I am often reminding him that we need to be a bit more selective about how often we run up and hug him. He has also given Gus all kinds of nicknames, most common are “knuckle boy”, “belly boy” and “tummy boy”.
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Having lots of fun as always.

Lunch

An everyday occurrence. Gus screamed at me as I turned quesadillas. 30 seconds left until his favorite food was in front of him, but he wanted more food now! My frustration crept up with each second as he kept screaming. If only he got what I am doing for him right now.

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(how both of us felt)

Then I heard it… that’s you.

As I ate my lunch, I realized that I can find myself in Gus’s tantrums. Screaming on the floor because he doesn’t want to get up and walk into the kitchen to get his drink. Demanding more when he already has plenty on his plate. Violently throwing an unwanted snack on the ground.
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That’s me. Daily, I squirm in my frustration about life instead of trusting him and his promises. Ungratefully, I demand more. I demand that God hand it to me here and now, instead of patiently waiting or inching closer to Him. Telling God this is not what I wanted.

Gus’s tantrums are age-appropriate, expected. Mine remind me that I have so far to come. But, today, I’m thankful for my child who screams through meal times, to remind me that as I meet all of Gus’s needs and try to teach him that I always will… God will meet all of my needs, always.

“Which one of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:9-11